Date: Fri, 15 May 1998 16:48:56 +0000
From: towles@3n.net
Subject: Christmas and Mark
Christmas Eve and all alone. My grandmother had died unexpectedly that
morning, and my parents had to rush off to her place about 200 miles away.
They said they were sorry a hundred times to leave me at Christmas but
needed me to stay at home to take care of the farm.
We lived on a farm about 8 miles from the town where I went to school. Not
a working farm--just a plaything for my father, really, who is actually an
investment banker. But our farm had all the accessories, including animals
that needed to be taken care of. Mom and Dad were gone by noon, with lots
of hugs from her. She said they would be back on the 28th and we would have
Christmas then.
By 4 pm, it had gotten really dark and ugly outside. In Montana, the
weather can change real quick. The wind whipped up, and the snow started. I
pulled on my warmest clothes and fought my way to the barn. All the animals
had gathered there, from horses to sheep to geese. Guess Dad like variety.
I began the feeding routine, making sure each animal had what it needed for
the night. I pulled all the windows and doors shut, closing the last one
behind me, and went back to the house, almost blinded by the storm.
I felt so totally alone. Christmas Eve, and nobody here. I usually try to
act like a pretty tough 15 year old guy, but I was almost crying. I took
off my coat and leggings in the mud room and went into the kitchen. It was
bright and cheerful, but totally empty. I noticed the bottles of wine on
the counter that my folks had bought for the Christmas dinner they always
had for their best friends, the Johnsons. I decided I deserved a drink of
wine and opened a bottle of white. It made me feel warm inside but even
sadder.
I was still cold and felt somewhat sweaty from the trip to the barn, even
as cold as it was, so I decided to get a shower and put on my warmest
flannel PJs and robe. I went to my room, undressed, went to my bathroom,
turned the shower on really hot, and got in. I was so sad that I did not
even want to play with myself like I usually do in the shower. But I still
got the usual boner. I am 5'8" and 132 lbs. Red hair and green eyes. My
girlfriend says she loves to see (and play with) my body, but tonight, I
wanted no part of it.
I got out, dried off, put on some briefs, then found the pair of Santa
Claus PJs my parents had given me for Christmas about 3 years ago. They
were sort of tight but I needed to wear them tonight to remind me of past
Christmases. I put my big and warm flannel robe over.
I went downstairs just as the phone began to ring. I switched on the tree
lights on the way to the phone. Guess it is Mom with an update on what is
happening. But it was my friend Mark. He lives on the next farm, about a
mile away, and we have been best friends forever. Same age, same class in
school, same interests. We both play soccer and at least try to compete in
track. He is slightly taller than me and blond with blue eyes. Hey dude, he
said. Opened your presents yet? At my house, we always opened on Christmas
Eve. I told him what had happened. There was a lot of silence from his end.
I am coming over, he said. No way man, there is a blizzard out. I will ride
Blaze, she will get me there, he said. Fuck no man. See you in an hour, and
he hung up. Now I had a whole new worry. He did not know it, but I was in
love with him. Major bigtime love. So now I had to think about him and
Blaze getting lost in the storm, wandering out on the prarrie, and dying.
On Christmas Eve, because of me. I ran upstairs to check out the guest
room. It was ok and he could sleep there in case he made it.
At that point I said fuck life and got another glass of wine. I turned on
the gas logs in the living room and stared at the flames and the tree. I
fell asleep. Next thing I knew, there was a lot of noise on the porch, a
horse whinnie, then the front door burst open. Mark said, Merry Christmas!
I need a glass of that, he said. He went to the kitchen and opened a bottle
of red wine. No glass, he took a swig directly from the bottle. He came
back to the living room with the bottle and sprawled on the recliner across
from me. Whew! What a ride! I stared for a minute. Dude, if you are staying
for a while, we need to get Blaze to the barn. Keep you briefs on dude, he
said, I will take care of that. I am staying the night. I could not believe
my luck. I had tried for years to get him to sleep over, but he always had
some excuse.
He took Blaze to the barn and came back inside. Man, I need to get a warm
shower and some cute PJs like yours, he smirked. I had forgotten what I was
wearing and turned as red as my pajamas. Where is the bathroom? I somehow
got up and led him upstairs to my bedroom. So this is where you do it, he
asked? Sorry, I asked? Do what? Never mind, he said. He stripped off his
wool shirt, tee, and jeans. He stood there in his Hanes. He turned around
away from me and pulled them down. Don't get excited yet dude, more
later. He grinned over his sholder.
I could not believe what was happening here. The love of my entire life was
naked in my bathroom, had played around with me taking his clothes off, and
now he said More Later. I rooted through my drawer. There were no more
Santa PJs but I had a pair of red Christmas boxers with holly leaves on
them and a huge tee with reindeer and a warm terrycloth robe. Maybe he
would wear these. He came back to my room with one of my red Christmas
towels around his waist. I could see his manly boyhood pressing out the
towel.
KEWL! he said as he inspected the clothes I had picked out for him. He just
jerked off the towel, and I just jerked in my breath. His body was much
more than I had ever dreamed. I did not get to see it long--he pulled on
the clothes I had picked out. Let's go he said. Where? To the fire, the
wine, some music he said! Bring on the women!
We went down the stairs. I was totally confused but ready to go along with
whatever he had in mind. When we got to the livingroom, he layed down and
stretched in front of the fire. Some wine, my man, he said. I went to the
kitchen and opened another bottle of red. I poured myself another glass of
the white.
Want some TV? I guess, he said. It will be Christmas in another hour. I
flipped the remote until I found an old movie of Christmas in Vermont where
Bing Crosby sings White Christmas. Suddenly, I was too sad to stay there
with Mark. My grandma was dead and I was alone and my parents gone at
Christmas. I'll get some snacks, I said, and hurried to the kitchen. I got
there and began to sob. I just sat at the kitchen table and put my head
down.
I felt his presence in the kitchen. Then, his hand was on my
shoulder. Stand up, he said. I will be alright, go back to the TV, I am
just gonna open some dip and get some chips and nuts. We are going to bed,
he said. Ok, guess I am really tired.
His room was at the top of the stairs. This is your room dude. Where is
yours? Over there. Lets go there. I was kinda drunk and excited. Didn't
feel much like an argument. In my room, I suddenly felt really drunk. I
slumped a little. He stood me up straight and took my robe off. Then, he
pulled back the covers on my bed and sat me on the edge. Crawl in. I worked
my feet between the cold sheets, and he pulled the warm blanket and quilt
over me. See you in the morning, Mark. Yeah, he said. Then he removed his
robe, pulled down the covers on the other side of my double bed, and got
in.
For the second time tonight, I could not breathe. He turned off the light.
I almost immediately began to drop off, even though I had never been so
excited. I felt him slide over to me, his hip touched mine, and his arm
worked its way behind my neck. He was actually holding me to him. It's ok,
he said.
For the next hour he explored and pleasured every part of my 15 year old
body. I was so worked up and so tired that I was in and out of reality. I
remember finally going to sleep with his chest pressed to my back. His
groin against my butt. His hardon still unsatisfied.
It was Christmas morning. The storm was over and the sun made my room so
bright that my eyes hurt when I opened them. I was really foggy at first,
but the day and night before suddenly came back to me. I looked over, and
my beautiful blond best friend was fast asleep. My entire body tingled when
I remembered what he had done for me last night. I knew that I wanted to
give him a Christmas present to remember forever. It was too cold to pull
down the covers, so I burrowed under until my mouth found him. His teen sex
was soft and aromatic with his musk. My lips and tounge went to work,
gentle at first, then I got more excited and intense as I felt him respond.
I peeked out of the covers. He had a smile on his face and his eyes were
closed. Was he asleep? It didn't matter. I went back to my Christmas
present! But, he was not finished with me, and gave me one final, warm
gift.
towles@3n.net